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"
The
track
phone
must
have
been
out
of
order
.
"
"
No
,
Mr
.
Willers
.
It
was
not
out
of
order
.
The
line
was
alive
all
right
.
The
Division
Headquarters
wasn
’
t
.
I
mean
,
there
was
no
one
there
to
answer
,
or
else
no
one
who
cared
to
.
"
"
But
you
know
that
that
’
s
impossible
!
"
The
fireman
shrugged
;
men
did
not
consider
any
disaster
impossible
these
days
.
Eddie
Willers
leaped
to
his
feet
.
"
Go
down
the
length
of
the
train
,
"
he
ordered
the
conductor
.
"
Knock
on
all
the
doors
—
the
occupied
ones
,
that
is
—
and
see
whether
there
’
s
an
electrical
engineer
aboard
.
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
Eddie
knew
that
they
felt
,
as
he
felt
it
,
that
they
would
find
no
such
man
;
not
among
the
lethargic
,
extinguished
faces
of
the
passengers
they
had
seen
.
"
Come
on
,
"
he
ordered
,
turning
to
the
fireman
.
They
climbed
together
aboard
the
locomotive
.
The
gray
-
haired
engineer
was
sitting
in
his
chair
,
staring
out
at
the
cacti
.
The
engine
’
s
headlight
had
stayed
on
and
it
stretched
out
into
the
night
,
motionless
and
straight
,
reaching
nothing
but
the
dissolving
blur
of
crossties
.
"
Let
’
s
try
to
find
what
’
s
wrong
,
"
said
Eddie
,
removing
his
coat
,
his
voice
half
-
order
,
half
-
plea
.
"
Let
’
s
try
some
more
.
"
